Crux

[Intro] Bad employees Bad employees Ain’t good employees So true [Verse] Let’s get it straight They employees I’m the boss Edison grain Himalayan salt Bars act as medicine man laying hands Contact niggas a brand to maintain fans I’m prone to darker thoughts and Peter Parker witticism Known to target more than people gone to prison system Women carcuses burned and park and earned on a mantle I’ll still be the hardest worker just a shift in prisons I’ve always been a prophet conjurer manifester Better than 100% of them Dentagrip in the hand of the better gent better than gentleman Just presented the option of settling in Back of the bus relegated like black slated The lady with crack laid in the pages Lack of phrases never Hope that we’re trapped in a case together Rorschach and Watchmen approach until and fall until their balls back in Here’s a vodka toast for every hour on the hour So I don’t go cop a toast Michael Douglas falling down I’m a Kings County resider with a bounty hunter on the sider With the county call the [?] Got a renaissance Probably I’m a pass on the common class Mosque and synagogue Now we into simpletons Spin a call spin it thin Finnegan begin again Optimism was wearing thin even on thicker carotin The caring is a barren ain’t it Call stress related aging and immortal babies Morbid thoughts that separate you from your moral cause But serenade and show them all the born creators That’s why now I got to call the blond girls with pom poms With their mom’s pearls at the prom With the promise of going to good colleges to bond On a scholarship Dad’s in the Klan My family’s into politics I’ll choke with tampon strings Smoke over your body while some asshole sings I’m really not a part of your party You’re grasping for mercy I don’t have any personally ask him *Listen I really can’t help you I gotta See now I’m late Now I’m late to do the hook Now I just gotta just do pushups until the next verse Alright really just shut up* Oh that burns one hand Let’s go* Who's always Rosewood pissed off permanent bitch slaps Doing the birdman hand rub in a six-passenger van In the passenger seat and wearing a caftan Blaring The Gap Band's covers of Scatman Crothers' jams Unreasonable tin foil hat flow Rap so blacks don’t back pedal to crack hoes Mother land ex pat Ex lax lexicon broad When I land my jets to concourse No pedestrians on board Brontosaurus various ignoring the words to the chorus So your morals hurt more like slipping on marbles Non-carpeted long ass mall corridors All mall smokes at hole in the wall bars Sipping a long dog flipping off all y’all Yeah that’s all I got jokes in bars And I boast those joke While you hope and costar Praying like a space ghost coast to coast star Ricky Lake and Lakos hosting postcards Go-karts and Nascar reason for blowdarts Big n*ggas old time No I don’t spar I’ll be at my Metamucil age refusing medicine But then a tending to my linens A gentleman good evening Following my bereavement is a team challenge Valance valor cadence patience manners Basic etiquette relevant rhetoric brander A reverent benevolent banter Gallous gracious Panoramic picture painter Realist escapist Defendant never plaintiff I don’t need to fucking claim shit I own shit that own shit Jessica Tandy prone shit Jennifer Hanner Get a home bitch Get the fuck out of mine You the fuck out of line You don’t even know how the fuck to rhyme Come on yeah go on Calling the fuzz calling your cousins I want them running and fucking buzz I’ve had a dozen a feathering I fucking live trucks I’m Bugs Bunny with dutch ovens on my knuckles [inaudible 3:52-2:56] I’m the last mother fucking standing You don’t wanna brash hands [Outro] Wait I was trying to say Lunatic brass pants Lunatic brass pants that’s my new alias That’s what I got lunatic brass pants You’re not gonna put the beat back on What are you doing to the micro— I see your point